I dreamt that I moved to Windsor and that I had to go back to high school. I have no idea why, as I still had my degree. The whole family moved – Dad and Chantal were there, too. I went to the high school to sign up for my classes, and I was told by the female guidance counsellor that I had to take both gym and math at the grade twelve level. I said that neither of those were my strengths, and asked if I really had to take them, and she said yes. The quirky part was that the course calendar wasn’t in a booklet or online, it was printed as images/pictures in the local newspaper. There was a picture of people participating in whatever class was available, with the title of the class underneath. It was all in colour, in the middle of the paper. I thought to myself that I had to go and get a job, because I needed cash. It was like I was almost trying to remember what it was like when I actually was in high school (and working two jobs), but I couldn’t figure out why I was there.
High School….again
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